Downtown Raleigh. The smallest, happiest, craziest home on planet Earf. The land where no one can drive or parallel park, home of Uncle Rico in Moore Square (don't ever try to catch his football), where Chick-fila closes after lunch, where the bums are semi-friendly (especially Jerome and Anita - on a good day) and beer dinners - yum. Downtown Raleigh - where the yuppies are never happy (trains blow their whistles?! Oh NO!), the hipsters drink their PBR(America's Best in 1893? Boy, have we come a loooooooooooooong way!) and the local music scene thrives where the beats are kept by a skinny jeaned dude with a beard and a plaid shirt and Converse. Some call it home, some call it their party pad and some put in their grueling 9-5 job and head out to the 'burbs. Downtown Raleigh - it's what you make of it.
I've been a regular in the Blount/Martin/Hargett/Wilmington/Fayetteville/Salisbury Street grid for years now and have seen many faces come and go. I feel that it's time to document the happenings, the hustle and bustle of this mini metropolis(I still think this word is too big for Raleigh). Let's see what trouble I can stir...
No comments:
Post a Comment